POTO.
Your Worship,
His Holiness requires you instantly;
For he is gnawed by deep inquietude.
The Duke your brother has been missed two nights,
Has disappeared without a trace....
CESARE.
What, lost?
POTO.
The Holy Father shakes with agitation;
His emissaries seek the city through,
And he is grievously impatient, asking
The aid of heaven and earth. You saw the Duke
At the Madonna de’ Catanei’s house.
His Holiness would question you.
CESARE.
I come.
[They wait while Cesare stands absorbed.